In between art making, sculpture in words are created.
This is a blog dedicated to the treads connecting my activities in, out or around studio practices. Once a while, exhibition related news are posted if the news itself is sculptural enough!

gummi Chandelier ii in detail

Inside the gummi bear Chandelier Jr.

Monday, September 10, 2007

My relationship with time

My relationship with time is a mess. If there is only one lesson for me in this life time, it would be TIME.

I can count seconds by heart with accuracy, but the hour needle on the clock stabs my body at every click.

I was rushed to be born, I was rushed to grow up, I was rushed to create. In fact, no body's rushing me at all except for the one named Me.

A studio visit was cancelled this morning. I am at joy finishing up all things on hold. At the moment of this unplanned void, I was so moved to have a 2-hour window that I was almost in tears.

Quiet like the moss grown on tree trunks, grateful like the lizard who found the prickly pears after a 3 day long search, I face this pool of fresh water among the sand dunes, not knowing what to express on my face.

Thank you thank you my flying pigs!! It is when I let things come to me that I was given what I really need.

And I want to tell you that there is a certain type of art which makes me sweat. Skills flow freely as if one's walking in the breeze, concept realized naturally like one's memory; I saw Gregory Euclide's show at Black Market last Saturday. It is so comfortably made and well installed that I feel as easy as being in a jazz bar. It is beautiful, and I sweat because I want to be as naturally good as Gregory's works.

A phone call came, I will have 2 more hours void today. Perhaps too much void is not healthy to a person who has messy relationship with time.